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Nicki presented us with a perfectly formed (and uniformly sized - minds at ease, boys) clay boaby to decorate to our heart’s desire.

She provides everything a budding boaby artist could need, right down to the googly eyes and bridal veils, so it’s a case of letting your imagination run away with you.

You won’t believe it, but concentration gets the better of you, ladies … three minutes in and I was squinting up close and personal at my subject, wondering whether to go for vermillion red or sky blue and forgetting all about the potential for dodgy photographs. Then again, isn’t that the point of a hen do?

I asked Nicki how the hens have taken it so far - aren’t the grannies offended?

“They’re usually the ones right into it!” she told us, all the while pouring the prosecco and fuelling us with sweeties and crisps.

(Image: Glasgow Live)

Ever the brilliant host, Nicki interrupts her painters occasionally for boaby-themed games - we took part in a couple of quizzes (you’ll never guess the theme!) and played a hoop game like you’ve (probably) never played it before. Or maybe you have - we’re not here to judge.

There are prizes for the winners and it proved a great bonding exercise - and, let’s face it, with the table in front of us looking increasingly like closing time at the Moulin Rouge, we needed to stick together.

We all know you’re wondering about the finished product - which you get to take home with you, FYI - so here they are in all their feathered glory.

(Image: Glasgow Live)

Okay, we probably shouldn’t give up the day jobs.

Still, us GL girls have some stories to tell now - and a snazzy new decoration for the mantlepiece …

Let’s face it, Bling my Boaby was made for a place like Glasgow - the name is brilliant and it’s a fun hen do activity that doesn’t take itself too seriously.